The taste of a first kiss! ft. hq men
ft. Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Nishinoya Yuu, Oikawa Toru, Kuroo Tetsuro.
About: You've known them for a few years, and you've only started officially dating for a few months.
Tags: Fluff, pre-timeskip, high school romance, early dating stages
A/N: hi there, yes im gonna say it again. i love haikyuu so much. And in honor of our most beloved oikawa tooru's birthday today, i forced myself to finish my late night idea fic, enjoy :)
Wc: 2,9k
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月島蛍 ✦ Tsukishima Kei
On the way back home, you were telling him about how tired you are because your friend has been bragging nonstop about her “incredible” new boyfriend. You poked fun at the ridiculous things they did in school, the embarrassing gifts, how cringingly romantic they were—just the perfect gossip material to make fun of with your boyfriend.
“But you wouldn't do that, right, kei?” You nudge his side. “Not even in your dreams”
A most befitting response coming from your standoffish boyfriend, you thought to yourself. “Of course, with you being all tsun tsun and whatnot haha! …And probably a bit of a coward as well.” You only added that last part to tease him, but just from your peripheral vision alone, you notice the very slight narrowing of his eyes and change of expression to know that he. Is. Offended. You changed the subject quicker than any of his read blocking ability, asking him to help you open a bottle of tea.
He handed over the bottle, and just before you could grab it, he placed a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth—barely touching your lips. Short and simple. You stop in your tracks. You've seen first kiss moments in movies and series before, and this was nothing like anything you've witnessed... or expected. This felt too sudden, too abrupt. Before Tsukishima’s proud smirk fully unfolded, you snatched the drink from his hands. "T– thanks," you stammered. "For opening the bottle or the kiss?" he chirped.
"Obviously for opening the bottle," You weren't trying to sound annoyed, but his action just now felt like falling in a dream. You didn't anticipate it, and you don't really know what to do about it. And it’s not like you were expecting or demanding Kei to give you some grand first kiss either.
"Is this what I get from giving you a kiss?"
Tch, THIS guy, you thought to yourself. He really wouldn't trade shutting up for the world. Just when you want to brush it off, he’s back at it with his antics.
“What? You want me to say thank you? For a kiss?” He laughs at your retort. “geez, one second you're calling me a coward and the next you're all riled up because I kissed you.”
Ugh, you really shouldn't have added that last part. You’re almost at your house, ready to wave a quick goodbye, maybe a see you tomorrow, and walk up to your door. That was the routine. You can hear him sigh, and without any warning, he caught your wrist, turning you to face him. His hand now secured on your waist, the other cradling your face.
And so he kisses you, properly this time—soft enough to say “I'm sorry” deep enough to know that he's doing this out of his affection towards you.
You pull back, resting your chin on his chest, admiring the ever so rare view of Tsukishima Kei blushing. He scoffs, “is this what you want?” You could've responded differently, could've sassed him back. But with how gently he’s holding you right now, his voice, his gaze when it's just the two of you outside like this… You wouldn't dare spoil it. So you hum in agreement, nuzzling your face on his chest.
“Well, you can hug me anytime,” he added, noticing how tightly you were clutching him.
“Wow, I finally got permission to hug my own boyfriend,” you chide. “And I assume you'll be abusing that right in the future,” he says. “Yeah, be prepared”
木兎光太郎 ✦ Bokuto Kotaro
Since Bokuto won't have practice after school today, you suggested a study date in a nearby park, maybe do some quick reviews while taking a breath of fresh air—a simple date. He agreed as soon as the sentence left your mouth. He was way too pumped throughout the whole day. Akaashi almost thought you proposed to him this morning.
The last bell of the day rang. As you were still packing up your bag, you could already see his hair poking out from the door. A single step outside your classroom and somehow Bokuto already has his hands intertwined with yours, firm, not intending to let go until the sun stops shining.
But alas, he only ends up studying on a study date if the impending doom called finals is near—and today is far from even any quizzes. You ride spring horses, see-saw, and climb monkey bars while Bokuto shows off how many pull ups he can do. He claimed that if there were kids around, they would definitely applaud, give him a standing ovation upon his oh so very impressive arm strength.
Bokuto was more excited than necessary to push you on a swing. “Wait, wait! Kō you're gonna send me flying!” you yell. “Sorry, sorry” he slows you down.
He walks up in front of you, offering a hand. “wanna play something else?”
You look up at the orange sky whilst grabbing his hand, propping yourself up.
“The sun’s almost gone, we should get back.” Bokuto’s hair slightly deflates as he pouts, hands wrapped around your back, forehead resting against yours. “But I don't wanna go hooome,” he sighs, “not yet”
It's already hard enough to decline anything when it comes to Bokuto, and now that his eyes are all shimmery like this, it's like your hands have a mind of their own and immediately slip up to cup his cheeks. “Well, what do you want to do?” He nuzzles onto your hand before turning to look at you. He stayed silent just a second longer, and then a smile crept up as his hair went back up.
“Can I please give you a kiss?” he pleaded with the softest, honeyed eyes. “Hmmm, you can. But can you?” you tease. An intangible noise comes out from Bokuto—not even a national final match can make him this nervous.
The kiss was short, delicate, and you can feel him slightly tense—which is surprising coming from a man whose top stats are energy and confidence. It doesn't take a genius to see “that wasn't enough, I want more” written all over his face, so you kiss his nose, and he’s immediately unraveling right before you, burying his face on the crook of your neck. “You're driving me nuts.” You simply laugh as you rub his back. “If a peck is driving you crazy, I don't know what making out will do to you,” you chuckle.
You can practically see the image going through his mind as his whole face turns crimson.
As you were tidying up your books and snacks off the table, He hugged you from the side. “Okay, okay, take it easy there, lovebird,” you giggled.
“I'm an owl,” he quipped. “Well, you're not acting like one”
“Pleaseee, I need more of your kisses,” he slurred, “I need you to kiss my temple, my cheeks, my eyes, my hair, my—”
“And have hair gel all over my mouth? Nope.” You shook your head.
“Hmm, let me hang in your house? Thenn i’ll wash my hair, and then you can give me all the head kisses you want!!” He proudly suggested.
“The head kisses YOU want.“ Bokuto simply smiled, ears getting redder than before. You weren't against his idea. It's not every day you get to see Bokuto with his hair down, matter of fact, you’ve never seen his hair not packed with hair gel. Massaging his hair, blow-drying it, finally running your hands through it without needing to wipe your hands off… planting smooches all over him… Now he’s got you hooked.
“Kō, wait!” he drags you out of the park, all too giddy to go into your house, he’s practically hopping on the way back.
After that day, Bokuto made it his daily mission to make sure to give you at least one kiss every day, not missing a day, not once, nada. If he was away, then he’d just send you a video of him kissing his camera, and when he’s back, he’d compensate for it—peppering you with small kisses like your life depends on it.
西谷夕 ✦ Nishinoya Yuu
It's all wavy wherever your eyes land with how hot the air is, the summer heat was too much to bear. You couldn't even walk straight if it wasn't for noya’s energy oozing out as he’s cheering you on by your side. He came out of the shop with 2 popsicles. “Babee!!! Here!!” he yells. “Thanks yuu.”
“Do you wanna eat this while we walk?” He asks with shimmering eyes. “Maybe hiding under the sun for a while can replenish my energy,” you replied. “ALRIGHT!! I'll buy some more cold drinks for us on the way.” he finishes his popsicle within 3 bites, you simply stare at him—in awe of his endless supply of energy. “Are you not one bit tired from the heat?” You genuinely question the source of Noya’s vigour. “Not when you're here” he grins. You couldn't hold yourself back and ruffled his hair. “Hey, you're gonna mess up my epic styling.” he backs away, hands already busy fixing his hair up. “I like your hair either way anyway, up or down”
He came out with a bag of three cold beverages in one hand, offering his free hand to you. Seeing you move so lethargically, he pecks you lightly on the lips. You freeze for a moment at his sudden move—despite the scorching heat—only to find his face slowly morphing into a tomato. “I- I THOUGHT IT WOULD– cheer you up…” To make the human equivalent of an energy drink, Karasuno’s guardian deity stammer is a power you and you alone possess (and maybe an angered Daichi). You cannot possibly hold your laughter in with such a sight standing right before you. You intertwined hands, got up from your seat, and pressed a kiss on his cheek. It feels as if his face will burn to a crisp with how hot it got. On the way home, he’s grinning from ear to ear—the smile never leaving his face up until he drifts off to sleep.
及川徹 ✦ Oikawa Toru
The park is quiet and peaceful—far from the prying eyes of his fangirls. You decided to have a post-birthday celebration to end the day with the simple happiness you shared for years. Eating konbini food in a park.
“Here, dearest.” he hands you the bread. “I can open that myself, but…Thanks, Tooru-chan~” Even after knowing you for so long, he can't help but melt every time you call his name. “Ahh, can you please say that again?” You took a bite before raising your eyebrow. “Oikawa-san?” He gasped loudly. “Hmphh!” Oikawa huffed, “You're seriously treating me like this? On my birthday? How merciless of you...” Arms crossed, turning his face away. But you didn't budge.
Oikawa then took your milk carton, poked the straw in, and held it up. “Do you also need help with this?” he asked. To which you simply tilted your head, still munching on your bread. He took a sip—didn’t gulp it down, and gently propped your chin up and smiled, triple the amount of mischievousness he usually displayed—waiting for your approval. You pushed his face away in embarrassment. Oikawa gulped down the milk “Whaat! You have the nerve to reject a kiss from your beloved boyfriend?” he gasped, clutching his chest. “I'm ok with a kiss; I'm not ok with you bird feeding me strawberry milk,” you clarified.
Oh. Oh. And so the cheeky bastard finally got you to say exactly what he wants. He puts the carton to the side, calloused palm gently cups your cheek, yet he moves tenderly so it feels like the softest of clouds is holding your face. Both your body and mind tense up upon the new feeling, but all the meaningless chatter and what-ifs in your head vanish the moment he presses his lips against yours. It feels warm, genuine, and has a mild taste of strawberry—and you can’t help but lean into it. When he breaks the kiss, you’re graced with the view of the great king of the court’s face, all red and hot.
Oikawa caressed your lower lip. “Thank you for letting me know your preferences. Please tell me more of how you like it.” That string of words flew over so casually, but it made your cheek burn. “Youu little…” You playfully punched his chest.
“Was it sweet? Did it end too soon? Was–” You shove a piece of bread into his mouth. “It was okay” you smile. He munched on the bread. “Just okay? It needs to be at least good, no, it needs to be perfect!” Ah, there it is, his dramatic side that made you fall in love in the first place—that made you love Oikawa now and in the future.
“Well, practice makes perfect, no?”
“You’ll let me practice with you?” he teases, “every day?”
You roll your eyes before replying. “Anytime, every day.”
“y/n channn,” he squealed. Loud enough to turn people’s heads—thank god there weren't any. “I promise to practice with you every day…”—he said, kissing the back of your hand in knightly reverence—”... milady”
黒尾鉄朗 ✦ Kuroo Tetsuro
The noise and racket of children slowly slip away as the sun meets the horizon. Yet Kuroo is still here, next to you, explaining a new formula from your textbook—it's all just white noise at this point. After many, many hours doing all kinds of calculations, your brain had finally thrown in the towel; you can't even tell an arithmetic sequence and a geometric sequence apart—that’s how bad it is. Lucky for you, your dazzling genius of a boyfriend is here to help. Kuroo said he knew a trick to refresh your brain in a snap.
He stood up, offering his hand. “Trust me.” Kuroo instructed you to turn around six times.
“Are you sure this isn't just going to make me dizzy?” You hesitated, but he reassured you that this technique is absolutely foolproof—it’s NASA-approved.
You turn, turn, and turn. Kuroo takes both of your hands before you manage to crash onto the table. “Now close your eyes and take one long, deep breath.” Just before you breathe out, you feel a soft kiss pressed on your lips. The warmth of it fleeting away a little too fast for your liking. You immediately open your eyes to meet a satisfied and proud Kuroo. “There, did I gather your attention?” he cooed. This neat little trick of his did work—but it made you pay attention to him and only him instead. Kuroo laughs, way too pleased with his work, as steam practically comes out of your face.
“K–KUROO TETSUROOO!!” you yell at him. Before your legs can turn into spaghetti noodles, you plop yourself back onto the bench, burying your face in textbooks. It’s honestly amazing how the paper didn't light on fire considering how hot your face was.
Kuroo’s laugh subsided; your blushing did not. He sat down next to you, resting his head comfortably on the table, his gaze ever so calm—fixed on you, like he hadn’t just made your heart do acrobats mere seconds ago.
“You know, it’s actually best to just take a nap first and then continue studying,” he said, “Sleeping will greatly improve your brain performance.” He moved his hand to close your notebook, stopping you from scribbling unnecessary, unreadable notes out of embarrassment.
“That's an actual fact?” you chide, “and not some bullcrap you just made?”
“Come onn, can't your boyfriend pull a prank once in a while?” He straightened his back, brushing a stray hair from your face before cupping your cheek. “Besides, receiving affection from your lover has health benefits.” A light chuckle escaped you as you leaned more into his palm.“Really?” you asked. “Yes, really, it can be measured from the heart,” he replied.
“You're gonna put that to the test? Buy a heart rate monitor?”
He pretends to think long and hard, scrunching his temple. “I think laying my ears on your heart would be just fine.”
The image of Kuroo sleeping on your chest, lulled by your heartbeat—fuel enough to power through ten lifetimes, so overwhelmingly sweet you won't need sugar for your coffee in those lifetimes.
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A/N: hi again. apologies if there are lotsa errors cuz i just need this out today no excuses or else i will never stop editing it (ill still edit this again tmr) i got the idea to write Kuroo from listening to Dr. Tara Swart's podcast, what i wrote there is based on facts aight!! you guys should watch her. anyhoo i got distracted writing hsr because of haikyuu.. i mean... you cant blame me. oh yeah i also just got sandrone in less than 20 pulls yesterday, my luck is immaculate i know. aaannndd by the time i'm writing this note, its already the 21st... i should sleep. Happy birthday tooru, i love you so much.
p.s this is the face Kou-chan makes when he was abt to kiss u
